Listen sweet thing; I’m not very political
Or anything
And it seems like you’re pretty basic
And simply enjoy the sun, too
And strawberries, ripe fruits,
Chocolate cake, smiling
Hugging and caressing
Being close
Laying on the beach, bare
Making love and enjoying life.
What else is life but a tasty quench from succulent fruits?
Sweet goods, sunlight, and warm weather
Wide embraces, soft kisses behind the ears
Short chats and easy laughs
Tell me
What else is life but cooing talks
And sweet sweet touch
Darling

She can only be so open with someone who loves her so
So when he feeds her this love, she loves in return
Giving back each ounce of it, giving more than what she can give
To keep him alive and breathing;
knowing that she is his sole purpose
his newfound religion, his reason, his addiction
And to touch her, taste her is not a mere wish
It’s a dire need
And the only way to exist